Return of Mount Hua Sect

Volcanoes don't disappear. (3)

The sound of wind blowing out of Hyeonjong's mouth. Still, his eyes did not fall from the unarmed for a moment.

Hyeonjong's gaze, who had been staring at the collapsed Lee Dong-baek, slowly moved to Cheong-myeong.

old winning streak.

After winning nine victories, Qingming was now waiting for the last opponent.

The place where the elders and great disciples gathered was filled with suffocating silence. No one wants to break this atmosphere by opening their mouth first.

Questions about Qingming?

Doubts about this situation?

That's probably good. You can always find out later.

However, what is important now is the fact that Cheong Myung is on the verge of achieving a flawless victory over Jong Nam.

'Has this ever happened in the history of a volcano?'

Hwasan and Jongnam have always been wary of each other. Even excluding the pride of being a long-time writer, when looking at the history of these two factions objectively, Hwasan was often one step ahead of Jongnam.

Of course, the tide has turned over now, but looking at history, this is an undeniable fact.

But, as far as he knows, there has never been an event where a volcano officially crushed Jongnam completely like today.

Of course, it is said that Jong-nam could not breathe properly because of the blueness during the plum blossom season, but this was just a matter of status. There has never been an official 'incident' as big as it is now.

In this troubled time, which should be called the Dark Age of Volcano, no other period, an unprecedented event is taking place. I can't take my eyes off you

Hyeonjong looked at Cheongmyeong, who was staring at Jongnam's camp.

confident.

Hyeonjong was being more impressed by that dignified attitude than the series of circumstances that were taking place.

when was it

The fact that the scholar of Hwasan was able to be so proud in front of Jongnam.

Was it possible to spread your shoulders as an equal swordsman?

'Seonjo.'

My eyes keep getting cold. I know that it is a figure I should never show through the long gates of a volcano, but there is nothing I can do about this passion that rises from my heart.

"Long Moon Man..."

"Don't say anything."

Hyeonjong shook his head at Hyeonjong’s words.

"For now, let's just wait and see. What else he'll show you."

Everyone held their breath and focused their attention on every move of Qingming.

'Maybe today... … .'

A light that had never been seen appeared in Hyeonjong's eyes.

'Maybe the fate of the volcano will change.'

strange.

gaze on him.

He felt his toes pressing on the floor.

The feel of the wooden sword touching his hand.

All of that was different from usual.

Jin Geum-ryong headed to the non-stage, feeling a burden he had never felt before.

'That's strange.'

Jin Geum-ryong felt suspicious again.

It wasn't like his usual gaze on him. He is a person who has always received the attention of those around him with anticipation.

okay.

He was a 'solver', not a 'worried' person. The emotions contained in the eyes of those who saw him were always expectations and pride. It is definitely the first time I have received such an anxious gaze.

Why?

Why are they looking at them like that now?

Jin Geumryong raised his head.

You can see the figure of Cheongmyeong looking at this side with a slightly gloomy face.

'okay. Because of him.'

It is incomprehensible. And that's something to be angry about.

Jin Geum-ryong has worked hard all his life to get to where he is today.

He worked hard all his life to be recognized for his potential, and he worked hard all his life to prove his ability. So everyone gathered together and praised him. He is the person who will one day become the son's eldest son, and the one who will open up his son's heyday like never before.

He was the recognition and expectation he had earned throughout his life.

But in less than half a day, all of that turned into concerns and worries.

'Are you saying that I'm that unreliable?'

To the extent that they are worried about not being able to handle a single child of a fallen clan, who is equally divided?

A cold and heavy anger swept through Jin Geum-ryong's whole body. He stared intently at Qingming with lifelike eyes.

'I didn't like it from the start.'

That arrogant face, the unpretentious leeway, and the sharpness at first glance.

More than anything else, even with Jin Geum-ryong in front of him, his blunt attitude as if he were just looking at another Jong-nam's disciple is particularly annoying.

Jin Geum-ryong took a deep breath.

And he opened his mouth in an emotionless voice.

"Should I give you a compliment?"

“There is no need for that.”

Qingming shrugs his shoulders.

"It's not like I've done anything great."

“……”

Jin Geum-ryong looks at the cheeky little child in front of him with his cold eyes.

“You dare to ignore Jong-nam?”

"Ignore it."

Cheongmyung laughs bitterly.

"It's not a matter of ignoring it. There's no reason to be proud of defeating guys weaker than me."

annoying

every attitude.

"You are a hum..."

Jin Geum-ryong, who was about to say something, paused for a moment. Then he sighed and shook his head.

"No. You don't need humility. Rituals are proportional, and your trembling humility will upset the listeners."

"Hmm?"

"Don't admit it. You have the right to be arrogant. Just the fact that you defeated Dae Jong-nam's nine great disciples will make you recognized as a genius that will never happen again."

Chongqing's eyes narrowed slightly.

slurp.

Jin Geumryong drew his wooden sword from his waist and slowly aimed at the blue sky.

"Do you know what your misfortune is?"

"well?"

"He was born at the same time as me."

Qingming put on a subtle smile. Jin Geum-ryong silently stares at Cheong-myeong and continues his words.

“In return for that misfortune, you will only look at my back without overcoming the difference between you and me for the rest of your life.”

Qingming smiled bitterly.

"Confidence is good."

"My words are not over yet."

Jin Geum-ryong spoke coldly.

"If you hadn't chosen a volcano, you might have been able to overcome that misfortune. If you had chosen Jongnam rather than a volcano, there would have been a chance that one day you would surpass me."

"Yes? Why do you think so?"

"Obviously."

Jin Geum-ryong cleared his breath and continued.

"The volcano is still tied to the past. Its students are only trying to recover the past ignorance and recreate the glory of the past. But they are not descendants. We move on. We move on, without any regrets about the past. For a better education We will invent, build a better system, and achieve a better future.”

Jin Geum-ryong said as if declaring.

"This is why your volcano can never catch up with Jongnam again."

"Great."

Qingming burst out in admiration.

I want to give you a round of applause. If someone other than the last son had said that, they would slap the executioners on the back of the head and say,

'Look at that and learn, you pathetic people!'

may have shouted

If the future Jin Geum-ryong was talking about wasn't made by stealing the martial arts of Huashan.

'Tell me what are you going to do?'

Two things are needed to make the truth. One is true. And the other is the power to carry through that fact.

When Jong-nam learned that he had stolen the plum sword technique, Cheong-myeong was instantly furious to the point of losing his mind.

But what does anger change?

Realistically, there is no such thing as a way for a volcano to punish the subordinate.

If we have publicly discussed the issue, we will only hear voices telling us to prove the fact by spreading the plum blossom sword method. Even if the actual plum blossom sword technique is restored and unfolded, Jongnam will attack again, claiming that Hwasan copied the Sulwha Twelve Swords.

And the volcano has no choice but to be attacked by that attack.

why?

because I have no power

Muhak is a sensitive factor. Those who leaked the German language martial arts pay the price only with their lives, and those who stole their opponent's German language martial arts must be prepared for war at all risk.

But the volcano cannot punish the servant. The moment they raise the issue of the Sulwhasoo Twelve Swords, they say that Jongnam is right, they will wage war on the volcano, and no one in the world will help the volcano.

There are no strong men who will fight with the old file to defend the perishing clan. Who has realized how cold and sober Kang-ho is as much as Cheong-myeong?

So I have endured it until now.

Until this moment!

Suppressing his boiling anger, he endured with this clenched fist of wanting to run to the last man at any moment and kill them all.

Just for this one moment.

A creepy smile appeared on his lips.

"It's the future of the last son. That's a good thing."

Cheongmyeong looked at Jin Geum-ryong and smiled quietly.

okay. Jongnam's future. I thought a lot too.

What the hell am I supposed to do with that future?

A little while ago, Qingmyeong left only one seed in Jongnam. It is not known whether the seed will germinate or not, but it has fulfilled its human duty.

So, from this moment on, there is no Qingmyeong, the third disciple of Hwasan.

From now on, what he does will not be the third disciple of Hwasan, Qingming, but as the plum blossom swordsman Qingming.

To those filthy people who avenged their favor.

"In that future..."

Qingming raised his sword and aimed at Jin Geum-ryong.

"I'll give you a present."

"……Gift?"

"Yes. It will be a gift you will never forget for the rest of your life, so you better take a good look at it."

Jin Geum-ryong looked at him as if he did not understand the English language. But Qingming just smiled.

'It will be a perfect gift.'

Any other name would be a curse.

Growing a volcano and destroying the present species is not enough to relieve anger. What Qingming was trying to do now was to cut off Jongnam's future forever.

'You coveted the volcanic sword?'

Cheong Myung revealed this and smiled. Like a wolf facing its prey.

"Then take it properly."

I will show you properly so that you will never forget it.

Qingming held the hand that held his sword tightly.

"Get out of the way!"

"Sister?"

"A hundred thousand executions!"

The disciples of Hwasan, who were unable to breathe and looked at Cheongmyeong and Jin Geumryong, were startled by the voices behind them and retreated to the left and right.

Baekcheon staggers along the open road.

"Sa, the death penalty! Are you okay?"

In response to the pouring questions, Baekcheon simply waved his hand and walked forward. Baeksang, seeing the staggering steps, shouted urgently.

"Chair! Get a chair quickly!"

"Yes, Sasuk!"

One of the three great disciples hurriedly brought a chair and made a seat for a hundred thousand. However, Baek Cheon looked at the unarmed Qingming and Jin Geum-ryong without looking at the chair.

'I have to see this.'

As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard the news that Cheong-myeong had won nine consecutive victories.

Hearing those words, it is not something a great disciple of white porcelain would do for him to lie quietly on the bed. Even if your body is broken, you should cheer for Cheongmyeong here.

Jin Geum-ryong.

and Cheongmyeong.

People who have a special meaning to him are now facing each other.

'Win it. Cheongmyung-ah.'

The moment when the earnestness is young in Baekcheon's eyes.

swoosh.

swoosh.

With a low sound, the swords of Cheongmyeong and Jin Geumryong begin to move at the same time.

Whatever the outcome, this match will resonate with the people of the world and the world. The disciples of the volcano opened their eyes as if they would not miss a single moment of that historic sight.

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